I guess if I had to describe this venture it is one of regret. So many times did I wish I had the courage to truly be able to formulate, craft, and process everything I’ve ever wanted to say. Sometimes it’s just too late. Sometimes I can’t form a clear thought. Sometimes I don’t think I can.

So here’s to us. The misunderstood ones. The ones that were told they could never write. To those who know what I’m talking about, but can’t communicate it - here’s to you.